Fall is my favorite season. Even more than the changing leaves, I love the cool, crisp mornings and smells of the harvest. When I lived in NM, I looked forward to the Harvest Festival every year – with treats made of apples, cinnamon, and pumpkin.
We don’t get much of a fall season in South Georgia. We might have one leaf trying to change colors, but that’s about it. The only signs I have of the season are the sounds of football coming out of my tv and the smell of pumpkin filling my living room.
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